"The reaction is genuine and intense."
Doctor Xiao examined the fat wizard's reaction carefully, took off his glasses, and slowly started wiping them, mumbling: "...It does seem like we're not dreaming."
"Ouch!" The fat wizard sucked in a breath, teary-eyed: "Why... why did you poke me? If you're suspecting illusions, poke yourself!"
"Poking myself would hurt more... Besides, weren't you the one who said 'give me a poke'?" The doctor put his glasses back on with a look of surprise, and glanced over at the red-faced male wizard.
Zhang Ji Xin nodded calmly to back him up.
"I never said that..." The fat wizard rubbed the deep pit poked by the feather pen tip, extremely irritated.
Zheng Qing hurriedly intervened to stop the small internal conflict among his teammates.
